Many of you who are regular readers
of this blog are familiar with my mother, who I write about frequently.
Unfortunately, Mom has been in the hospital with a bowel obstruction the past
few days and Mrs. Chatterbox and I have been busy keeping her company and tending
to her affairs. I don’t think Mom is in any real danger, but today her doctor
decided to operate. The procedure will take place Friday morning. With surgery
there are always risks, especially when dealing with a patient who’s
eighty-seven years old.
Since I’ve been away from my computer this week,
and could be for a while, I haven’t had time to respond to many of your posts
or write new ones. For the next few days I’ll be rerunning a few of my
favorites. These were written back in the day when I only had a handful of
followers so they should be new to most of you. I’ll be back with new posts
soon.
There’s one story I can’t wait to tell:
Mom has a crush on her handsome surgeon, Dr. Fernando. Lying in a hospital bed
for a week isn’t good for anyone’s appearance but today Mom requested a highly
personal item to improve her appearance and increase her…allure, proving that
even an eighty-seven year old woman with very few teeth can still respond to an
attractive guy. You won’t believe what personal item my mother requested before
going under the knife.
